Novel Advice
Every library needs a reference section, and, so too with my bookshelf. I have recently been considering a couple of useful advice books that have worked for me like reference books.
Every library needs a reference section, and, so too with my bookshelf. I have recently been considering a couple of useful advice books that have worked for me like reference books.
“You’ve got to be kidding. I’m too old for that kind of stuff,” my friend said in response to my suggestion that a fitness class might help us both with a weight problem.
“She has a rather long nose.” Thus was my first impression of the tiny, white-haired, 70-year-old lady that was to occupy the front bedroom for the following winter months.
My bed is covered with things. More specifically, my bed is covered with clothes. Clothes that need to be sorted and packed and, well, disposed of.
A teacher friend of mine tells me that kids in the classroom aren’t responding to quiet voices.
In teachers’ college, student teachers are taught that to get the attention of a class, the key is to lower your voice, not raise it. But apparently, it isn’t working anymore. Kids today are just too used to screaming.
I stood precariously balanced on the kitchen counter, trying to put the summer screen into the kitchen window. It has a mind of its own and tries my patience every spring. At last it fits. Carefully I step back onto the chair I have placed beside the counter. I miss it and start to fall.
The fundamentalist religious right … the same type of sound religious principles as Osama Bin Laden,” wrote one.
Hymns shape us in ways deeper than our expressed theology—sometimes for good, sometimes not. Here are some hymns that should be shaping us. Agree? Disagree?
“Pat, Elaine, Fernne.” So often I heard my mother call those names. She probably only wanted one of us but she automatically called all three.
For us, there is only one story. It has all the trimmings: damsels in distress, villains half-imagined, and a hero. And it wasn’t clear which role I would get to play.
Perhaps most parents don’t take their four year olds to see modern dance. There certainly weren’t any other kids present. A teenaged boy lurking with his dad in the back, but nobody remotely pint-sized other than Beangirl.
When asked where the prettiest spot we ever camped was, I have to confess (as a Presbyterian elder) it was in a place where there was a “no camping” sign.
Sometimes grandma on her knees can get more truth than the philosopher on his tiptoes.
Angus Sutherland, minister at Doon Presbyterian in Kitchener, Ont., is also a multi-instrumentalist: bagpipes, penny whistle and guitar. He is also a song and hymn writer.
